The Art of Giving

Don’t help others begrudgingly
Life is not a quest for glee
It’s more about the deeds you do
That grant another dignity

And if you feel you’ve suffered loss
Or you’ve been forced to toss
Your dreams, remember someone who
Gave much more on the cross.

Touchy

I’ve always wondered why
I was born to be
A slave until I die
Fooled to think I’m free

And even when I lost
A portion of the chains
I realized the cost
Was all my token gains

I struggle to accept
The lies routinely fed
By demons so inept
Integrity is dead

And still I dread the sting
From which I’m never safe
For scars don’t seem to bring
Relief where shackles chafe.